42 Dugg - Free Ric Lyrics

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Cant be fucked with at all
Flexing on that bitch, hold up

That Patek thing bust but you know me
Holdin for the 4s, bitch, Im holding for the east
On the count of three, everybody yell
Free RIC, free Skeet
Free RIC, free Quez
Free RIC, free Meech
On the count of three, everybody yell
Free RIC, free Meech
Free RIC, free Tee
Free RIC, free Skeet

A Patek, a Patek, a Patek, was gon buy it for my daddy
Let me find out niggas cappin, aint bout that shit
Baguettie, baguettie, baguettie, they say I might regret it, if I chandelier a scaly, plus they tax
Heard the feddy aint shit in Alabama no
42 for the Bama
Just say we forgot to stamp em, not on camera, eh
I wish a nigga would play with me
Sixty-two for the za, the buds is two eight a piece
I love to get em cheap, them drugs keep me in sync
Might thump a bitch if she blink

Ray, these tens aint pink then again
Wanna see me stress some bitch in the pen
Been thuggin since we was kids, my brother know what I did
Between him and that SIG, I know Im five out of ten
It hurt me to hear that lie, aint that some shit, bitch?
First incomplete, I ever had on a hit
You a trip, that aint stoppin shit, we poppin shit
See a bitch, we drop a bitch

Ay, Chevy, T-top
On D-U-Bs, a lil seventy for these watches
Four for the weed
Throw a bitch shit for eavesdroppin, this confidential
Im the shit, I need some tissues
Seventeen up in this nickel
I get pissed, I might go crazy
Bitch, Im rich, yall niggas hatin
Take me back when I had love
Me and Ray for BH Bud, nigga

Quarantine, pop out with them killin, shit be borin me lets get it
Got her titties done and Im the reason, dont be ignoring me bitch
Foenem die flooky, they too happy, shit be blowin me lets get it
Textin bitches bringin up my name, they be showin me man, what?
Hellcat, run up on that Y body, its here straight yeah
Clean gun, I take the switch off, put it in my hair wraps yeah
If I drive far, you wont take care of your fam, what you alive for?
Same niggas screamin that they gain the one I die for

Blick, blick
Choppa, chop, chop
Glock, fa, fa fa-fa
Trench, baby
Got it out the mud, Im a rockstar rockstar
Every nigga round me got a bag on my mama gang, gang
He killed me in his comments, I killed him with these commas yeah

Free Steve nem, free Jam nem, free Nine nem
Money on you dead, just take it out cause you cant dine in
I got killers without outstanding warrants that still be flyin in still be flyin in
Screamin you gon slide, if you gon slide then, nigga, slide then slide, slide

Im from the Raq, where the gangsters at?
Lil bro paint his ass, Glock with beam
Look like laser tag, you cant save his ass yeah
Run him up
Bronem bathe his ass
Bronem chase his ass yeah
Bronem face his ass
I relate to that
I relate to that man, what?